Hi! I conceptualized this Gaara fanfic when during the summer last april to may 2008 I started watching naruto again and fell in love with gaara… anyway, I started this just last 07.06.08. Hope you enjoy this! my first naruto fanfic, and my first fanfic to be submitted
A nice cup of dark bitter tea was sitting patiently on top of the Kazekage's desk. Pale wisps of steam rose slowly from it, yet Gaara never touched it. He finished signing all the paperwork. He looked at the clock on the wall. Although it said 10.45 pm, he didn't feel sleepy. Of course, he never slept, even after the Shukaku inside of him was gone. Often times, he would only suddenly doze off, but not more than ten seconds, for he'd wake up, fearful.
Gaara glanced at the single picture frame on his desk. It showed a smirking Baki, a stern smiling Temari, and a snickering Kankurou. He was also in the picture, yet his expression was only stoic.
He stood up, stretched and stepped out of his office into the terrace that overlooked the whole of Suna. The town was quiet, most of the lights were out. He inhaled the crisp night air that strangely smelled like the ocean, even though there wasn't a body of water near the vast desert.
It's been months and yet there seems to be nothing that has changed in his life. Yes, he was Kazekage. But his sister, Temari had also become the ambassador to Konaha, and his brother Kankurou now trains ninjas in the military academy, along with Baki. He was content with his life now, but he wondered if it would always be like this. He sighed.
Who am I kidding, Gaara thought. It's not like me to think like this. He went back inside, hoping to banish the thought from his mind. He gazed at the huge gourd propped on the side of his desk. He closed the light, sat down behind his desk and faced the terrace, gazing at the night sky. He remained like that 'til sunrise, where he stood up and left the office.
The hot afternoon sun beat down on a figure in the desert. The girl shielded her eyes from it and focused her chakra in her right hand. With her left hand, she took out a small black glossy ball from her pouch. She crushed it and sprinkled it on the sand. She knelt down, mixing it with her fingers, emitting some sort of thermal power from her chakra. The heat was so strong that the dark sand turned to a big slab of tinted glass. She took it, raising it above her head, acting as a sort of visor. She continued to walk.
Her forehead protector hung on her waist, the plate on it was made of glass.
You can do it, Reiyka! she thought. Only a few more hours.